The summer sun in L.A. is more poisonous than anywhere else, but there are more people out for dessert today.

As soon as Mo Yuhan finished cleaning up a table, some guests came to visit. The staff in the shop were not busy at all.

Song Yixue comes out of the store and finds that most of the new customers are female customers, one or two are wrapped up in Mo Yuhan's order.

She also knows that the business in the store is so good that most of them come for him.

It is almost impossible to see Mo Yuhan on this island. Even though Mo is in his thirties, it does not prevent him from being liked by women of all ages. Song Yixue is not very receptive to this.

If you want to think about Mo Yuhan, you can't see every woman before.

Now it's like being pulled down from the gods, without that kind of lofty arrogance.

"Achuan, go inside and help. I'll give it here."

Song Yixue stops in front of Mo Yuhan and orders the guest for him.

As soon as the group of women saw song Yixue, their faces immediately changed, and they stretched their heads to look behind her.

"We don't want you to order, we want achuan to order."

"My husband wants to be busy inside. Just tell me what you want."

Song Yixue said impatiently with anger.

The group of women looked up and down at Song Yixue and asked in a suspicious tone: "are you two really husband and wife? We have been observing for a long time, but we can't see it at all. Besides, achuan has never called your wife, has he? "

This sentence can really make song Yixue angry. They are right. Mo Yuhan has never called her wife!

"Do you want to order or not? If not, please give your seat to other guests!"

"I'm still angry. I don't want to do business because I'm so angry. Your desserts are not delicious. If it wasn't for achuan, we wouldn't come."

This group of women speak directly, without concealing that they are aiming at Mo Yuhan.

Song Yixue took a deep breath, then patted the menu to the man beside him, "you can order them!"

With that, song Yixue turns into the room and meets Mo Yuhan.

"Are they all ready?" Mo Yuhan asked.

When song Yixue saw Mo Yuhan's beautiful face, her irritability was relieved.

"Achuan, you'd better go to the kitchen later, and let other people do the things outside."

Mo Yuhan is so beautiful that song Yixue doesn't want him to show his face like this, and he doesn't want to let other women stare at him and drool.

"Yes, the kitchen just needs people." Mo Yuhan did not have any difference, put on the apron, turned and went into the kitchen to help.